The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-06-23

crossed the threshold. She met the
eyes of Oscar suddenly. She colorod
and kept her eyes on her plate the rest
Of the dinner hour.
In the aiter-dinnor conclave she gave
her name as Sara Mckay. She had
come to the Estates" from Prince Ed
ward Island about ayear ago, and landed
in Portland, and found her way to
Kennebunk, where she had lived in
family ever since.
'Pd be willing to work for my board
awhile, it seems so much like home
here" she said.
"Wcll, you're welcome to stay and
help when you feel like itl Mrs. Hill
responded for her heart had gone out to
the stranger from the first. ave never
feel as if We can pay wages in the house,
because we have to keep hired help on
the farm all the time. But you can stay
through the hot weather, and dare say
a place will turn up for you before
long"
81 can spin," Sara said, eagerly. "All
tho girls on the island learn to do that"
81 couldn't draw q thread to save my
lifc," said Addie.
So it was settled. The wheel and
reel, so common in our grandmothcrs'
days, were brought out and set in tho
shed because it was cool. Sara, with
the fluffy trolls" hcaped high on
chair back at her left hand, drew out
her thread and filled the spindle rapid
ly, with a nonchalancc and easy COM
mand of the situation that won the
admiration of the girls, it being such an
unusual accomplishment among them.
A week wcrt by. Sara was talkativc
about her island home, but non-com-
initial regarding her reasons for leaving
the place in Kcnnebunk.
"Whatcver it means she's a good,
nice GIRL" Mrs. Hill said to the girls
privately.
Reuben Hill still rumimated over the
disappearance of the decd. Oscar came
into his meals quietly, having very little
to say at any time. He had lived there
since the death of Nathan Hill, six
months before. Once or twice he caught
Sara regarding him with curious, fixed
expression and answered her with a
grave look of inquiry that brought the
furious blushes to her face.
Oae day Sara had finished her dinner
and gone out into the shed, leaving the
family to rise, one after the other,
leisurcly. The soft whirr of the wheel,
mingled with the murmur of insects in
| tho hot summer noon, reached the
dining room.
'It's queer how she happened to come
here" Addie remarked, rcflcctivcly.
"And she's so secret about leaving
her place." added Lottic.
"Nycll, do like to see her round"
Mrs. Hill said in her own placid fash.
! ion.
Mr.. Hill, going out through the shed
on his way to the big barn, stopped in
CONSERVATION. Sara was sitting on an
old red chest in the corner, in great
distress seemingly. He gave one glance,
then hurried back, and called startlingiy
through the kitchen door.
"AIothcr! girls Comc Sara's in a
fitr
They came hurrying out with various
eyclamations. Her eyes were wide open,
but unsecing. Her face was working
convulsiveIy.
"Perhaps she's subject to thcm," sug-
gcsted Mrs. Hill.
Oscar" said Mr.. Hill, "tell Tim to
jump on the gray mare and ride to the
corner for a doctor. Quick noww
Sara became quiet all in moment.
Don't send for a DOCTOR" she said.
"Tm not Sick"
Her eyes were still open and unseeing,
but her voice had changed, and was
falling upon their ears in gruff, familiar
accents.
"Nathan's voice, if 1 ever heard it in
my life," Reuben told the doctor after
wards.
Don't you know me9" she asked in
that familiar voice. 'rve been wanting
to come and tell you about the deed. l
have never been able to come before.
You've overlooked secret drawer in the
mahogany desk. 1t is close under the
bookcase. The deed is there. Go now
and look"
Like one dazed Reuben went up stairs
and searched for the secret drawer in
the oldfashionei piece of furniture, n
combined bookcase and writing desk,
which had been removed there, with
other things, after Nathan's death. 1t
must be confessed that he felt pretty
neTNOu'. l1OW Ulu sara huON aDOue tiio
dced2 1t had never been mentioned in
her presence.
He returned. "Thcrc amt any drawer
there" he said.
''But there is" persisted Sara. ''rhere
IS a spring, the color of the wood, about
the size of pin head, close under the
bookcase on the left of the writing desk.
Pass your finger nail over the surface and
you'll find it,"
Reuben went again. 1t must be ad-
mittcd tina: he felt thrill of supersti-
ticus fear.
He did as she directed, touched the
spring and the drawer flew open. There
sure enough, was the deed.
lie went back to the group, who
greeted him with various ordinations
Sara started shivered slightly and
looked around upon the faces with see-
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